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United Galactic Spacelines Flight 2261 to Aurora was right on time, and I was in the left seat. Yup, captain of a bright green UGS Starbridge. I'm Dale Carruthers, and I've been working for UGS for about 10 years. My assigned copilot for the trip was a friend of mine, Maganakh RiConza. He's Auroran, but the War's been over for forty years now - we're all friends, and Mag's a good right seater. I finished up the preflight and looked over to Mag. "What's the load look like, Mag?" I asked. Mag reached over for a datapad. "Ninety passengers, a dozen tons of 'miscellaneous luxury goods', an express delivery, stuff like that. The usual run." I looked out the side window. The sun was rising over the Kane Band. "Nothing dangerous?" "Nope," Mag replied. The chief flight attendant for the trip looked in the cabin. "We're about ready to go," Mu'linda smiled. "Can I get you boys anything?" she asked. For a Polaris, she sure was hot. Half of UGS was trying to go steady with her...the other half knew better. From past experience. "Sure, Linda," I smiled. "Why don't you come over here and show me some lovin'? Mag here can take the wheel," I drawled, grinning. She laughed. "What would your wife say, Dale?" With a swish of her long blonde hair she turned and strode back towards the passenger area. "You'll learn," Mag observed, scratching one of his dozen tattoos. "I was only kidding, Mag," I laughed. "Besides, I got a wife at home." "I know you do," Mag pointed out. A chime sounded, and a blue light lit up on the control board. "We're all buttoned up, Dale," Mu'Linda's voice came. "Your turn." "Plot us a course and lift us off, Mag," I said, and pushed one of the buttons on the board. A microphone flipped up out of a recess, and I picked it up. Mag lifted the ship off, smooth as silk, and I started my little speech. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. My name is Dale Carruthers, and I'd like to give you some instructions for our flight." I went into the bit about seat belts, accident prevention, and emergency instructions. Most UGS pilots use the company video, but I like talking to the passengers. Let 'em know that there are real people up front, y'know? "...this concludes the pre-jump announcement. On behalf of UGS, I'd like to thank you for choosing this spaceline. Enjoy the movie." With that, I put the mic back in it's slot. "Coming up on first jump," Mag said. "Shame we can't use the new hypergate," he commented, not for the first time. "Well, we don't work for Sigma Space, do we now?" I smiled, also not for the first time. "I'll take this one." "Dale?" Both our heads turned. It was Mu'Linda. "Got a second?" "Is there a problem?" I asked. Mu'Linda shook her head. "No, it's just that one of the passengers is an ex-space captain, and he wanted to know if he could sit in the company jumpseat. For old times' sake, he said," "Well, what do you think?" I inquired. "He seems nice enough," Mu'Linda anwered. "Like a lonely old grandpa or something." I thought for a minute. Company policy left it pretty much to the captain's discretion whether to admit non-company personnel to the bridge. But the Mu'Hari were known as good judges of character, and Mu'Linda was as good as they came. Heck, it's also why they make great flight attendants. "Sure, bring him in," I said. "Bring him some coffee, too, ok?" "Will do," Mu'Linda said, flashing me one of those 'special' smiles. It wasn't a smile that promised some of 'that'...just a smile that let you know you'd done a nice thing. Mag grinned quietly. "Stop that," I told him. But I smiled too. Mu'Linda strode in, followed by an older man. "Captain Carruthers, this is Captain Deke Waters, retired." She ushered him in gracefully. I stood up and turned to face him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Waters," I said. "I'm Captain Carruthers. Won't you have a seat, please?" I pointed at the jumpseat. He was medium sized, wearing a good suit, with gray-white hair surrounding a wrinkled face. Mu'Linda was right. He did look like someone's old, wise grandfather. He shook my hand as his eyes swept over the control boards. For the briefest instant they paused at the empty left seat, then he smiled. "Thanks for letting me in," he began in a rough voice, then sat on the indicated chair. "I don't travel as much as I used to - but it's nice to see a shipshape bridge." Mag reached a hand over. "Maganakh RiConza," he said. "Call me Mag." "Call me Deep," Waters replied. I had to grin at that. "Like what you see?" I asked, getting back into my seat. "I surely do," Captain Waters said. "I sat left seat for more than thirty years - and I loved it, every jump I did." "When did you retire?" I asked. "'Bout 15 years ago," Deep replied. "A body can only take so much intensive jumping - so I opened an import-export company on Kymonthia." Mag blinked at that. "You're certainly out of the way, sir," he said. "I don't think you could find a more distant world!" Waters smiled fondly. "I've been to Holpa Station, Mag - back then that was the end of the line, and how." "What company did you work for?" I asked, calling up the jump computer. Deep smiled sadly. "I used to be part of a vanished profession, Captain," he said. "I was a tramp freighter captain. My ship was my own, and I went where I wanted to." "Born rich?" Mag smiled. "Heck no," Captain Waters laughed. "I started small. Bought a used shuttle on payments, and worked my way up to an old Valkyrie. I liked it fine, so there I stayed." "So, you ever make it big?" I asked. "Big enough to retire," Waters admitted. "But it could have turned out better. I stayed too long, and that's the truth."
The Starbridge flashed into hyperspace.
A 'day' later, we flashed into Tichel. "What do you mean, you stayed too long?" I asked. Captain Waters laughed. "You're getting me down memory lane, boy...you'll be sorry." We both shared a chuckle at that. "Anyway, well, it wasn't a golden age by any means. We took our cargo, we took the passengers. And it was the middle of a war. Flying was expensive, 'cause it was hellish dangerous. You got paid ten thousand creds for flying three jumps with a few tons of scrap metal." "Yeah, I read about that," Mag said. "Wild times, eh?" "Civil war's a bitch, Mag," Deep said. "We worked for that money. Friends of mine paid big for it too. Some of them are still out there - once upon a time, they made one jump too many." "So what happened?" I asked. "For a while, we made out like pirates," Waters smiled. "Heck, some of us made out as pirates. 'Course, the Association, or the Guild, or the Feds, or whatever eventually got them. I never met an old pirate. And that's the truth." "So you got rich," I said. "And then the War ended," Waters pointed out simply.
We flashed through to Alphara while I thought about that one. "So?" I asked. "More people want to trade. More money." "Look out the window," Waters said. "What do you see?" "Spacedock," I answered. "Some Sigma ships, some UGE and UGS vessels, a Leviathan. What?" Deep shook his head. "I don't remember how many times I flew through here, Cap'n," he said. "And I don't remember one time when someone wasn't shooting someone else. Aurorans killing Feds, or Feds shooting Aurorans - rail guns, FPC's missiles were always on the loose. It's easy to get caught in the crossfire." "Well, it's good that some things change, eh,?" I smiled. "Put it this way. Do you see any missions these days for ten thou?" Waters asked. "Nope," I admitted. Wittera flashed into existence a moment later. "The War ended," Waters repeated. "The only boys who could afford to ship cargo and passengers were the big lines and a bunch of start-ups. Sort of like deregulation. They squeezed the old-time space captains out of business." "That sucks," Mag admitted. "Oh, it wasn't all at once," Deep continued. "For a while, you're right - there was money for everyone, and cargo for everyone too. But then the bottom fell out. People weren't paying 5 grand anymore, and they wanted inflight entertainment, too. Not many movie theaters on a beat up ol' Valk." His eyes clouded over, remembering. "I tried to stick it out...tried to persuade myself that it was just a blip, a depression. But there's no sorrier sight than a desperate freighter captain. Our time was over, and that's the truth. Now the best I can do is stay one step ahead of civilization." I looked at the old spacer. "You didn't really quit because of your health, did you?" I asked. "No," Waters replied. "I couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't stand to see my way of life dying by inches. The smart ones left early...the other ones died too." Now, I'm not really an emotional guy, but you could see this guy Waters was hurting. Sort of put a little lump in my throat, too. "You could have stayed on," Mag suggested, pushing the jump button again. "Got a job with UGE or something. You didn't have to quit." Waters shook his head slowly as another system flashed into view. "It wouldn't have been the same. No, I gave the Star Dancer to my nephew - he uses her to haul his family around and go places. He can't fly to save his skin, but he loves her, and that's all that counts." He stayed quiet for a long moment. It was enough for me. I stood up. "Captain Waters?" I asked. "Would you care to trade seats?" He looked up at me and nearly cried right there. "You sure that's ok with 'company policy'?" he asked. "You let me deal with that, sir," I told him, and guided him into the seat. "You have the next jump." Now, I was just behind him in the jumpseat, and you can bet Mag was keeping an eye on instruments, but Waters knew his business. He reached forward and took the control wheel, and flew that Starbridge like it was part of him. If it wasn't for that tear trickling down his cheek, you'd think it was just another day at the office. "Approaching jump point," Mag said. Waters blinked damply and smiled. "What do you call this ship?" he asked. "Starbridge 48782," I said, shrugging. "What you're doing means a great deal to an old, played out space captain," he said. "But can I ask one last favor? Not for me, for your ship." "Sure," I smiled. "What?"
"Please," Captain Deke Waters said. "Just give her a name."
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Excellent story. A bit on the sad side, but still quite good.
Good job.
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Jesus Guapo, I'm all teary eyed. :frown:
Depressing, but well written. I think that you will a little too straightforward with the character introductions, but it didn't deract from the story overly much.
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Glad you liked it.
Mostly I figured that after commenting on everyone else's stories, it was time to put my money where my mouth was, and see if you people think I write as good as I talk.
Cheers, Guapo
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Great story! Well, great intro.
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I like how you told this. It was very well written. Afterall, this is one of the only stories with absolutely no action! But you did manage to keep me reading it.
Great job!
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Very well written Guapo, I like it alot, it was really quite emotional. Though I was expecting the old man to start beating on people and hijack the ship
Excellent story, I eagerly await your next piece of work.
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(quote)Originally posted by Zeke: **Great story! Well, great intro.:rolleyes:
Guapo
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Spaceiscold: Kudos appreciated. I have other, slightly more violent stuff lying around the B&B; and my hard drive...
...but this is a nice one. Thanks.
Redeemer: Just wait....just you wait.
I think thatsthe first chronicle I'v ever read where something doesn't explode!
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Originally posted by Alvin: **I think thatsthe first chronicle I'v ever read where something doesn't explode!
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Fine, for the next story I'll make refried beans and cabbage the inflight meal, ok?
Actually, you might be right...I'm trying to think of another story by anyone that had absolutely nothing happen in it...and I'm coming up blank. Weird.
(quote)Originally posted by ElGuapo7: **Fine, for the next story I'll make refried beans and cabbage the inflight meal, ok?:D
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Still, that's the best story I remember reading hear. Good job man, and keep it coming...
I'm pleased and flattered at all the good words y'all have seen fit to say...
...suppose that means I have to write more.
Cheers, and many, many thanks, Guapo
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That was the best story ive seen on here in a long time. I couldnt close my browser window. I like a story that isnt all explosions and death and BOOOOM! Dang thats good.
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Great Job, ElGuapo. I always enjoy reading/writing stories like that. Kinda incorporated that style into part two of my story, which i just submitted. With, of course the exception of the end where there are a few explosions, lasers...and, well, a few dead people tossed in for good measure. Once again, great job. Y'should be proud.
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Ditto everybody.
Cheers, great big Guap.
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My pleasure. Egomaniacs like me love reactions like yours.
(Especially considered the fact that there's lots of good competition on this board...I'm not the only good writer here. :))
Excellent writing, ElGuapo!
I just love stories that are about the people, not carried only by the plot. Great character interactions, wonderful ending- two thumbs up!
About your next story on refried beans and cabbage... just promise to not write an epilogue, ok?